Give him a time
From Create Your Own Story
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| - | You give a couple of last sniffs around the crown, and then take a lick upon his tip. He looks to the sky for presumably Jesus, but most probably because of the pleasure. You repeatedly take licks all across the head, finding his weak points that trigger a small grunt from his lips. You | + | You give a couple of last sniffs around the crown, and then take a lick upon his tip. He looks to the sky for presumably Jesus, but most probably because of the pleasure. You repeatedly take licks all across the head, finding his weak points that trigger a small grunt from his lips. You move under his schlong and take pleasing grazes at the stem and then down onto his family jewels. You stay there and bathe the dangling pair in wet cat slobber until the boy pulls you back to the front of his meat and whispers, "Sorry," before trying to force his pecker through your maw. You forcefully and painfully open wide enough for his hulking beast into your mouth, and he slams down his phallus all the way through your body. The pleasure across the boy's face is visibly extreme, enjoying the tight warmth of your entire throat. He continues to move it through, in and out, in and out, until he pulls it all the way out. His member stands full and agitated, wanting to blow immediately, but the boy senses the danger of pushing. |
What do you do? | What do you do? | ||
Current revision as of 16:38, 26 April 2020
You give a couple of last sniffs around the crown, and then take a lick upon his tip. He looks to the sky for presumably Jesus, but most probably because of the pleasure. You repeatedly take licks all across the head, finding his weak points that trigger a small grunt from his lips. You move under his schlong and take pleasing grazes at the stem and then down onto his family jewels. You stay there and bathe the dangling pair in wet cat slobber until the boy pulls you back to the front of his meat and whispers, "Sorry," before trying to force his pecker through your maw. You forcefully and painfully open wide enough for his hulking beast into your mouth, and he slams down his phallus all the way through your body. The pleasure across the boy's face is visibly extreme, enjoying the tight warmth of your entire throat. He continues to move it through, in and out, in and out, until he pulls it all the way out. His member stands full and agitated, wanting to blow immediately, but the boy senses the danger of pushing.
What do you do?
| You are possessing: |
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| Black Cat |
